There was no doubt that the Mudblood had foreseen the attack and prepared for it in advance.
This was actually within Lucius Malfoy's expectations.
After all, the other side was skilled in prophecy. He could not possibly have been completely unprepared.
Under Malfoy's original plan, he would scatter a huge sum of Galleons and have those greedy Dark wizards kill the Mudblood for him.
Even if that Mudblood was the so-called Duelling Competition champion, he could never have been a match for a pack of vicious Dark wizards.
No matter how formidable one person was, they were still only human. They could not evade every despicable ambush, nor could they withstand Dark Magic, let alone the Avada Kedavra Curse.
As for whether he killed the target himself, that was completely unimportant. What mattered was that the Mudblood died at his wedding. The Dark Lord would surely be very pleased with that outcome.
The large numbers of werewolves and giants held at the rear had been specially prepared to deal with any reinforcements that might arrive.
Even if the plan ran into trouble again, they would not end up as badly as they had last time.
Yet the situation before him seemed rather different from what Lucius Malfoy had imagined.
Every guest invited to the wedding before him possessed extraordinarily rich combat experience. They even reminded Malfoy of the Order of the Phoenix members he had encountered in the Department of Mysteries.
That Mudblood really was connected to the Order of the Phoenix... Wait, something was wrong! Lucius Malfoy discovered in astonishment that every guest present had raised a wand to fight them, as though they were not wedding guests at all, but Aurors lying in ambush for them. After all, there clearly were not as many Order of the Phoenix